The Handsome Stranger of My Dreams

(...the power of the mind is a great thing...)

Oh, but to my eyes appeared, 
This tall, bronzed black-eyed stranger
His beard giving character to his strong jaw, 
His eyes soft, with infinite depth and warmth, 
Like the sun's dawn on a warm spring day.
His smile declaring his lightheartedness.
And his lips, in contrast to his jaw,
Bore out the gentleness of his soul within
As did his deep and soothing voice.

His words, poetry in motion, revealed an intellect and kindness.
Intrigued, I yearned to learn more about this handsome stranger.
As our effortless conversation flowed with ease,
I was surprised by the commonalities we both shared.
Not only did this awaken a passion for literature 
Which, for me, had long been dormant, 
Such a joy was this meeting of minds 
That it touched my soul, exhalting my spirit. 

His words of flattery cast a spell on me.
The magnetism of his charming personality 
Attracted me to him like a bee to honey.
The overwhelming chemistry of this distant union, 
An unexpected pleasure, excited me deeply.

The knowledge of his shared excitement
Had me lusting to feel his touch, his warm embrace.
Shocked by the reality of my imagination as it worked its magic,
And by the waves of pleasure that soared through my body,
Like the ocean against a sandy beach,
Washing my soul with surprising gratification.

Watching from afar, I could only sit in bewilderment
And feel blessed to have met this kindred spirit
Who had bewitched my soul with his captivating charm.